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The springing fire.-The winged glory
Like an eagle on a promontory
It lived: and lit from land to land
Florence, Albion, Switzerland :
Against the course of heaven and doom
To burn, to kindle, to illume,
Hid but quench'd it not; again
From utmost Germany to Spain.
In the mountain cedar's hair,
Of her wings through the wild air,
Beneath the safety of her wings
And in the naked lightnings
* Milan was the centre ofthe resistance of the Lombard league against the Austrian tyrant. Frederic Barbarossa burot the city to the ground, but liberty lived in its ashes, and it rose like an exhalation from its ruin.---See Sismondi's" Histoire des Republiques Italiennes," a book which has done much towards awakening the Italians to an imitation of their great ancestors.
oftruth they purge their dazzled eyes,
Let the beautiful and the brave
Share her glory or a grave. Semicho. I.
With the gifts of gladness
Greece did thy cradle strew. Semicho. II. With the tears of sadness
Greece did thy shroud bedew. Semicho. I. With an orphan's affection
She follow'd thy bier through time; Semicho. II. And at thy resurrection
Re-appeareth, like thou, sublime ! Semicho. I.
If Heaven should resume thee,
To Heaven shall her spirit ascend ; Semicho. II. If Hell should entomb thee,
To Hell shall her high hearts bend. Semicho. I.
If Annihilation-Semicho. II. Dust let her glories be;
And a name and a nation
Be forgotten. Freedom, with thee! Indian. His brow grows darker-breathe not-move
MAHMUD (starting from his sleep)
Your Sublime Highness . s strangely moved. Mah.
The times do cast strange shadows
Has. The Jew of whom I speak is old,-so old
I would talk
Thy will is even now Made known to him, where he dwells in a sea-cavern 'Mid the Demonesi, less accessible Than thou or God! He who would question him Must sail alone at sun-set, where the stream Of ocean sleeps around those foamless isles When the young moon is westering as now, And evening airs wander upon the wave ; And when the pines of that bee-pasturing islé, Green Erebinthus, quench the fiery shadow Of his gilt prow within the sapphire water ; Then must the lonely helmsman cry aloud, Ahasuerus! and the caverns round Will answer, Ahasuerus! If his prayer Be granted, a faint meteor will arise, Lighting him over Marmora, and a wind Will rush out of the sighing pine-forest, And with the wind a storm of harmony Unutterably sweet, and pilot him Through the soft twilight to the Bosphorus: Thence, at the hour and place and circumstance, Fit for the matter of their conference, The Jew appears. Few dare, and few who dare, Win the desired communion-but that shout Bodes
(A shout without Mah. Evil, doubtless; like all human sounds, Let me converse with spirits. Has.
That shout again ; Mah. This Jew whom thou hast summon'd Has.
Will be here Mah. When the omnipotent hour, to which are yoked He, I, and all things, shall compel-enough. Silence those mutineers-that drunken crew That crowd about the pilot in the storm. Aye ! strike the foremost shorter by a head! They weary me, and I have need of rest. Kings are like stars—they rise and set ; they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
[Erennt severally. Chorus Worlds on worlds are rolling ever
From creation to decay,
Sparkling, bursting, borne away
Who, through birth's orient portal,
Clothe their unceasing flight
In the brief dust and light
New shapes they still may weave,
New Gods, new laws, receive :
On Death's bare ribs had cast.
A Promethean conqueror came ;
A mortal shape to him
Was like the vapour dim
Hell, Sin, and Slavery, came
Like blood hounds mild and tame,
The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set;
The cross leads generations on.
From one whose dreams are paradise,
So fleet, so faint, so fair,
The powers of earth and air
Apollo, Pan, and Love,
And even Olympian Jove Grew weak, for killing Truth had glared on the m.
Our hills, and seas, and streams,
Dispeopled of their dreams, Their waters turn'd to blood, their dew to tears,
Wail'd for the golden years.